Is Kefalonia still an "authentic" island? If by authentic we mean faithful to its identity despite the passage of time then it is, without a shadow of a doubt. Is that always an advantage? Sometimes not, as being true to yourself coincides with seeming closed to change, clinging to a simplicity of other times, much more planted on one's own land made of stones rather than gazing at the blue horizon. What does all this have to do with a spring flower? Much more than it may seem.